cornered...
conjugal encounters,
behind closed doors.
muffled sound, voice
layered across voice,
words blurred,
starchy at
the edges.
small seconds,
skips in time.
hopscotch,
chalk on asphalt.
rough knees & hands, hard undersides.
nails slicing.
on accident, a
slip of turning tongue.
peanut-butter-chunk, apple-cinnamon-surprise:
her cookies were sumptuously sweet. to die for. men loved them, found they edged out the hard place that she clung to, storing just below the surface of her thin, translucent skin.
behind closed doors.
muffled sound, voice
layered across voice,
words blurred,
starchy at
the edges.
small seconds,
skips in time.
hopscotch,
chalk on asphalt.
rough knees & hands, hard undersides.
nails slicing.
on accident, a
slip of turning tongue.
peanut-butter-chunk, apple-cinnamon-surprise: her cookies were sumptuously sweet. to die for. men loved them, found they edged out the hard place that she clung to, storing just below the surface of her thin, translucent skin.
posted by erin at 3:07 PM
1 Comments:
just the name of those cookies sounds delish...
i had a dream last night that you and i were in a play, and i forgot all my lines. i know that dream has some deeper meaning...i'll have to look it up. anxiety about something.
i hope you are feeling better, dear.
what ever happened to "derail?"
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